She would love to grovel at their feet and debase herself to show her boys how much their mother loved them. It’s not her fault they never demanded ...t. It wasn’t her fault they respected her too much to treat her like the filthy slut she was. She went out of her way to show them what she was, what she needed. No, Bridgette thought, was she was doing was humiliating and degrading but it wasn’t a betrayal of her sons. They had to know that, right?The sounds of boyish laughter and video games. Most of the time my mother would work until the wee hours of the morning like 3 or 4 am which meant the babysitters would either sleep over or fall asleep until my mother came home then she would drive them home.. I had several babysitters growing up and I pretty much did this to all of them when the chance presented itself.. Late at night my younger siblings would be fast asleep upstairs in their room and I'd stay up late with the babysitter watching tv.. Without fail they would fall asleep. I was all up for a nice cuddle to start the day, and she sure didn’t have anything better to do at the time. I finally extracted myself to visit the bathroom and start getting cleaned up, but she made sure to follow me into the shower to make sure I was clean to her exacting specifications. Of course that led us back to bed, some welcome exercise, and back once again to the shower. I didn’t put my coveralls on until well after 0900, thankful that I had no appointments or any sort of duty. I came home and Ali was already over. She was wearing small daisy duke shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. I couldn't help but notice that her boobs looked bigger than I remembered them. They were at least C cups now, maybe even D. Could have been a push up bra I thought, either way, she was catching my eye. “Hey Mike! Thanks for having me over!” She exclaimed as she headed towards me and gave me a hug. I caught a scent of her perfume. It was amazing. A scent that to this day drives me wild..